Her chin tilts upwards, perky nose high in the air. My eyes once again travel along the length of her body, just for appreciation this time, not assessment.
She’s got a sweet curve to her waist, but her arms are skeletal thin. Her nipples press against her tight dress, like they’re straining to see what the fuss is, and the sight sends a shot of arousal shuddering through me.
It’s been so long; it takes a second to remember what it is. Random sexual attraction isn’t a standard part of my repertoire. Emptiness and the struggle to form genuine connections with other people is more my line.
I snag the gun from my waistband and let the barrel rest against her dress, sliding it under the curve of her tits, showing there’s more to them than I first thought.
Her chest heaves with each breath. Even in the faint illumination, the pulse in her neck is visible, strong enough to make the skin quiver.
“Don’t worry. If you give me what I need, I’ll look after you.”
And her face falls in upon itself. “I don’t know anyone.”
“Sure.” I lift the gun away from her, twirling the barrel in a circle. “This was the only place you’ve ever bought from, right?”
Her face grows wary as she nods. In this silvery light, at this angle, she looks so much like my sister Addie, I’m heartsick. The familiar rush of anger hits a moment later.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to lie? That’s no way to make friends.”
“My mum’s dead.”
“Mm-hm. And is that as truthful as your assertion that this is the only drug dealer you know in town?”
“When you’re doing it right, you only need to know one.”
Zane calls out, the urgency palpable in his voice. “Come on, man. We need to run. This fire’s spreading.”
“It’ll burn itself out,” I toss back, not taking my eyes away from the girl’s face. Not for a second.
The barrel of the gun seems to have a mind of its own, gently stroking a path along the edge of her cheek, following her jawline, watching her struggle to swallow, fear sparking in those enormous eyes.
I rub it along the plump curve of her lower lip, pressing it harder in the middle until her lips part and it bumps against her teeth.
“Open wide, sweetheart,” I whisper in a voice so low only she can hear. “Suck it for me.”
I wish she stood in a spotlight so my eyes could feast on every minor change in expression. As it is, I see her shock, the whites in her eyes growing larger.
Her head jerks back, hits against the solid wall, and whips to the side, making the gun judder.
“Careful. You don’t want it going off by accident, do you?”
Given the state of the revolver, it’s a valid concern. Even with my finger along the barrel, not curling near the trigger, I wouldn’t trust it for a second.
The danger pulls my stomach muscles tight until they throb with anticipation. She makes a soft whimper, then her teethpart and I slowly edge the tip of the barrel between them, my concentration laser focused. The satisfaction I take from her obedience is pure emotional gold.
“You like that, huh?”
Those gigantic eyes fix on mine. Too scared to talk, she begs me with her gaze.
And like the bully I am, I watch them plead her case, and slide the tip another few millimetres inside, regardless.
The fire crackles behind me, smoke making the air hazy. I pretend it’s solely that causing the moisture to well in her eyes.
She moves, palm pressing against the crotch of my jeans, fingers curling, seeking me out through the layer of thick denim. And good luck with that, darling. I don’t get hard for random strangers, no matter how pretty they are. I barely get hard at all… but there’ssomethinghere… something in the tilt of her head and the parted lips, sucking along the barrel of death. A stirring I’m not used to…
And then it’s no longer a stirring, it’s a flood of arousal, blood pumping into my cock until it chaffs against the restrictive fabric.
The regular pulse makes me so hard my head can’t concentrate on her face, closing my eyes as the rush takes over… a thrill of sexual attraction that isn’t meant for people like me, people who tuck their weaker emotions away behind a barricade of white hot rage.
